“THE TIMELESS QUESTION”

The WHY that bothers all thinking men and women is : Why does life exist? Why is one born ?

Outside my wide window in the east there is a flower bed of red roses. In the wee hour of dawn, as another day begins in that endless cycles of dawns and dusks, I often keep looking reflectively at this flower bed – the buds that are preparing to open up, the roses in full bloom and at the petals that now lie scattered in the flower beds. That more or less sums up life.

The purpose of life is something that will, for ever, remain the ultimate unsolved enigma.

The whole creation is blessed with deceptive disillusionment. Inspite of sheer futility of this impermanence, of the endless chain of births and deaths that links the first human beings with us, we go through the whole life mechanically, like zombies, with disdainful unconcern. The clerk who demands a small ‘speed money’ to keep your file moving and the
man at the top who is syphoning away millions of public money and stashing it in the SwissBank are both in the same state of mind. They pretend to be oblivious of the ultimate.

When I visit a graveyard or a cremation ground I wonder who these people were. I ‘imagine’ through their lives, through a journey of their hopes and despairs that ended in a graveyard or a cremation ground. It always ends there.And then I go into the same reflective state of mind as that when I am watching the #flower bed of roses outside my eastern window at dawn. The sheer futility hits me. The ‘WHY’ remains unanswered !

“ Oh, come with old
Khayyàm, and leave the
Wise

To talk; one thing is
certain, that Life flies;

One thing is certain, and
the Rest is Lies;

The Flower that once has
blown forever dies.”

– OmarKhayyam

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